Pressure just under her eyes. She will not cry has become her new motto, as of tomorrow. But it hurts so much mother.
I know baby just accept the pain with a kind heart, open smiles, and a half empty bottle of wine.
Oh mother if you had to choose over, she hope you would choose the other.
But being her mothers daughter causes the pressure of depression and emotional repression to take toll. And dear sweet father, so confused about the world with an already to heavy to carry soul.
Drunken days makes the night more bearable when you are passed out. Cant be awake to open the door of mistakes. Trying to live without facing failures of life. But the numbers seem to increased tenfold everyday.
Sighing is becoming another habit. Thank you mother. Thank you father. She is the pride and joy of a used to be happy daughter.